A Voice in the Wilderness II...

Whispered rumors,

sidelong glances,

knowing smiles

hunching smirks

with arms crossed,

the classic defensive stance...
 

Yonder stand the Sinner,

the Fly in Amber,

the Lion in Winter,

the Boat without Oars

floating aimlessly,

proud and shameless

at the same time,

holding himself blameless

though admitting to being

at the Scene of the Crime...
 

In the Shadow of Cross,

still at a loss,

still trying to absorb

The Cost of Freedom;

keep the overhead down

but the chin up,

lest you end up on the street corner

with pencils in a tin cup
playing the game called Catch Up

as the World passes you by...

How long this

Mote in Blind Eyes,

how long

will Angels cry

you cannot answer

the general question,

"why?",

you must go into specifics...
March 19, 2015

 

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